Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.